Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.